Here’s what happened:
5 points to anyone who laughed at that reference.
So here’s what happened: I was at my tied-for-favorite bar in Atlanta (it’s Mother, in case any ATLiens are reading this) and for whatever reason my friends were off doing something and I was left to my own devices for the moment (always a bad idea). Actually, in retrospect, I probably just went downstairs to pee, which goes to show you how much damage I can do in 10 minutes. Anyway, so I’m downstairs minding my own business when I see the door guy from a few feet away and I’m like
I have a little liquid game in me and I decide, “I’m gonna go hit on the door guy.” And hit on the door guy, I did. I really don’t remember the particulars except that I was extremely successful. We’re friends on Facebook now so I don’t want to brag or anything, but I’m kind of a big deal. Now enough with the back story, here are the pros and cons of getting to know the bouncer/door guy at a nightlife establishment:
Pro: You don’t have to show your ID at the door because he knows who you are and that you’re over 21 (or at least, that your ID says you are).
Con: He knows your name and face and therefore is fully aware of just how often you come to his bar (it’s once a weekend, at least).
Pro: You don’t have to wait in line.
Con: Neither do the 10 other people who bypassed the line outside because they, too, “know the guy working the door.”
Pro: You kind of feel shadily cool because he’ll give you a hug and a kiss on the cheek when you come in and tell you how beautiful you look. A compliment’s a compliment!
Con: Then you watch him do the same to a bunch of other girls later on and you realize how many mouths you’ve kissed by the transitive property. You also feel kind of dirty, like a groupie, but on a much smaller scale.
Con: Now that you are friends on Facebook there’s a good chance he’ll see this and think you are a weirdo. But, shrug life, I guess? Right?